every california night
when the hooves were pounding
you heard but did not know
that their horses would bring
an eternal darkness into your town
one morning after waking up too many times

how we've squandered.
how we've wasted.
how we've loved:

without limits

only to find
dark sky only has room to cover one
the small roof of your sleepless holdings
guiding you through the night

pilgrim without progress
its always such a thick mire
when the porridge is so sweet
that you become bold in a momentary lapse
and then when the bears come home again
you run home.

hell keeps on forming new circles
embrace only has room for apart

even in the safety of distance and time
you probe for the bruise
denial is aimless
and you've gone roaming

the urges gasping
snakes caught in the jars
even in the discomfort of asphyxiation
you can't forget

you can't stop building the pyramids
of her lips
and the hard sand keeps on crumbling

how humiliating, her majesty evicting you like that
don't confess, no one needs to know,
though there are those who can relate

we all have our stupid deserts
painted with the foretelling our bitterness
and burnt burnt burnt
we peel never again to shed new skin

something dismembered and hard
hates everything, everyone, everywhere
the dismissal of hope,
how polite as it wipes its mouth with its napkin
and gently excuses it self from the table,
how very fucking polite,
how very fucking proper
how very fucking boring
everything i never wanted.

03/16/2007

Author's Note:
hey, you've got to hide your love away hey you've got to hide your love away, heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey you've got to hide your love away

Posted on 03/16/2007
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